My Quadruplet Bullies To Mates

Me Too

Max

I was taken aback, unable to process what I had just heard. Did Malcolm really just say that? Mika, the very same person our brother Mark seems to take such delight in tormenting, is the omega responsible for cleaning our house?

It felt surreal, like a complex puzzle piece clicking into place. I sat in stunned silence, weighing Malcolm's words, wanting him to elaborate and spill every detail before I dared to interrupt. Every second felt heavy with unasked questions and a desperate curiosity about how this all connected.

"Whenever I witness her suffering or being mistreated, it disturbs me deeply—so much so that I feel an overwhelming urge to step in and defend her," Malcolm began to articulate, his voice heavy with emotion.

"Do you think what you're feeling is rooted in genuine affection, or perhaps it's more about a sense of responsibility for a member of our pack?" I asked, trying to unpack the layers of his concern.

Malcolm sat lost in thought, his brow furrowed and his gaze distant as he traced the patterns in the carpet beneath his feet. The expressions flitted across his face, revealing the conflict in his mind.

"Initially, I believed that was all there was to it," he reflected, nervously tapping his fingers against the table. "But then, on two occasions where I found myself close to her, an overwhelming desire surged within me. It was as if an invisible pull beckoned me to reach out and touch her, trace the contours of her beauty, and cradle her like a sacred treasure. The thought of kissing her—of having my lips brush against hers—sent shivers down my spine and thrummed in my chest with an intensity I couldn't ignore," Malcolm exclaimed, his voice rising with excitement and frustration.

Mika isn't unattractive for a she-wolf; she possesses a certain allure with her striking features and graceful movements. Despite her appearance, she is primarily known as our servant, bound by duty rather than any romantic role. On the other hand, Malcolm has a tender heart, which undoubtedly influences his perception of her.

"It seems to me that the blend of your sympathy for her situation and her undeniable looks is shaping your feelings towards her." I could see the wheels turning in his mind as he contemplated my words.

“Maybe you have a point,” Malcolm admitted, running a hand through his hair as he sighed. “With graduation just around the corner, our birthdays, and the upcoming transfer of the Alpha title, I’ve felt overwhelmed. It’s all happening so quickly, and I think I need to step back and approach things more calmly from this point onward.”

After our conversation, I noticed a significant change in Malcolm's demeanor. He appeared much more at ease, his previously furrowed brow softening as he spoke. It was evident that our discussion had lifted some weight off his shoulders, giving him a fresh perspective on his dilemma.

I found the topics we covered to be quite intriguing. Amidst my curiosity, I couldn't help but wonder what qualities Malcolm saw in Mika that had captured his interest so profoundly.

Intrigued by this newfound curiosity, I decided to visit Mika later on. I wanted to see what it was about her that had piqued Malcolm's fascination.

I had been looking forward to seeing Mika after dinner; it seemed the perfect time to check her out since the pack house would be much quieter then.

Before that, I knew I needed to nourish myself, so I went downstairs to the dining hall. The aroma of freshly cooked meals wafted through the air, filling my senses with the promise of a delightful lunch.

I filled a plate with a generous portion of pasta, sautéed vegetables, and a piece of grilled chicken, hoping it would energize me for the time being until dinner. Afterward, I returned to my room, the familiar surroundings offering a comforting solitude while eating.

I reflected on the absence of Alexa, who had become a constant presence in my life yet strangely absent this morning. Usually, we would share breakfast at the start of the day, but her failure to emerge from whatever escapade she had been caught in didn’t bother me.

I welcomed the quiet. However, I had a feeling that once lunchtime or dinner rolled around, she would be eager to make up for the missed meal, trying to draw me into another one of her dramatic exchanges.

Alexa had her charm, no doubt, but she also had a penchant for dramatics that often left me feeling drained. She was undeniably high-maintenance, always desiring attention and validation for every little thing she did.

I couldn't help but think it might be better to end things with her now rather than drag out the inevitable. The thought of decisively breaking it off with her lingered in my mind, a tempting escape from the constant strain of her needs and demands.

A firm knock on my bedroom door suddenly disrupted the tranquil atmosphere of my room. Though I could feel the calmness of the moment fade away, I already had a strong suspicion about who it was, so I gestured for her to enter.

Alexa slowly pushed the door open, first peeking her head around the corner as if to gauge my reaction before stepping fully inside. She closed the door quietly, the soft click echoing in the otherwise still space.

I fixed my gaze on my laptop's glowing screen, trying to focus on the task as she approached. I could feel her presence growing closer, the air shifting slightly with her movements.

"Hi, baby. Did you miss me?" she asked, her voice struck me as anything but desirable. Its rough quality seemed to cut through the room's calm, and I couldn't help but let out a small sigh, feeling the tension between us grow as I contemplated my response.

"What do you want, Alexa?" I asked, my irritation creeping into my voice. The afternoon light filtered through the window, casting harsh shadows that mirrored my mood. She stood there, her expression unreadable, but I could hear the familiar screech of her voice cutting through the thick atmosphere of the room.

"I came by because I missed you this morning, baby," she replied, the warmth of her words somehow clashing with the sharpness of her tone. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of playful mischief, but I was far from amused.

"Then you should have been here for breakfast," I shot back, crossing my arms defensively. The smell of strong perfume lingered in the air, a reminder of how present annoyed me.

"I see that you are quite upset, so I will just come back later when you have calmed down," Alexa said, her voice softening slightly as she took a step back, her hand reaching for the doorknob. It was a familiar dance that had played out too many times before, and as she made her way to the door, I could feel my frustration simmering just below the surface.

I felt relief wash over me when Alexa finally decided to leave and grant me much-needed peace. At first, I only enjoyed her company because it fulfilled my desires and manly needs.

However, as time passed, I became increasingly irritated by her. It wasn’t just the s*x she had given me, which I had hoped would be thoughtful, but ended up feeling more like an obligation to get what she wanted, which was becoming Luna.

Her attitude only added to my frustration. Alexa, I realized, could be just as much of a bully as Mark had ever been. Her critical comments and condescending tone towards others made me question why I had invited this negativity into my life in the first place.

As the last rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon, I gathered with my family in the inviting atmosphere of the dining hall. The air was rich with the aroma of a hearty meal, and laughter mingled with the clinking of silverware as we shared stories and enjoyed each other’s company.

The dinner moved swiftly, filled with the comforting rhythm of conversation and the occasional outburst of laughter that made the room feel even more vibrant.

Once the last bite was swallowed and the dishes cleared away, I felt a familiar urge to escape into the cool evening air. I went for a jog, hoping the exercise would clear my head and provide me with the needed solitude. My heart raced in anticipation as I stepped outside, the brisk night air brushing against my skin.

I ran along the well-worn path around the pack house, taking in the sounds of nature and the distant chatter of pack members still lingering in the vicinity—their laughter and footsteps.

I'm trying to kill time and wait until the pack house gets quiet and clear of our members before I seek out the omega Mika. I figured it would be best to see her when no one is around to make her comfortable, considering the humiliation she constantly goes through daily

It would be best to find her in a quiet moment, away from prying eyes and judgment, allowing her to feel a sense of safety and comfort.

As the clock struck eight, I pushed open the heavy door and stepped back into the warmth of the house, shaking off the chill of the evening air.

A familiar sense of comfort wrapped around me as I walked through the hallway, my footsteps soft against the polished wood floor. With each step, my mind was occupied, and I was eager to find Mika.

I turned the corner into the kitchen and spotted her at the sink, her hands immersed in soapy water as she diligently washed a stack of dishes. The soft clinking of ceramic against ceramic filled the air, blending with the faint aroma of something savory that lingered from earlier. I paused momentarily at the doorway, taking in the sight of her, lost in her task—her brow slightly furrowed in concentration.

Clearing my throat to gain her attention, I stepped further into the kitchen, hoping to catch her off guard. Surprise flickered across her features as she turned around, her eyes widening as they met mine.

Instinctively, she bowed her head in respect, the movement graceful yet humble. "Good evening, Alpha," she spoke softly, her voice carrying a note of genuine warmth.